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POEMS 

BY 
DANIEL  T.  AMBROSE 


Copyright  1919 
Mrs.  Ida  J.  Ambrose 


SAN  MATEO  TIMES  PRESS 
SAN  MATEO.  CAL, 


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PUBLISHED  BY 

MRS.  IDA  T.  AMBROSE 

AND 

CHILDREN 

IN  LOVING  MEMORY  OF 

iamtl  (S  Ambrose 

Died  September  10, 1916 


SOME  DAY 


Some   day   in   the   spring,   the   thrushes 
Shall   carol  with  might  and  main, 
And   lark,   from   the   reeds  and   rushes, 
Soar   hig-h    with    triumphant    strain. 
Bright   beams    in    the   dawning   early. 
Shall  race  o'er  hill  and  mead. 
In   the  hawthorne  hedges  pearly, 
And  I  shall   give  no  heed! 

And    some   day   when    the   splendor 

Of   summer   is   on   the   land; 

When  the  scented  lillies  slender 

In    their    snow    white    robes    shall    stand. 

The   clover   shall   flush   the   meadows. 

And    rose    perfume    the    air, 

And   the   blue   sky   hold  no   shadows. 

And    I   shall    not    know   or   care. 

Some  day,  though   the   fruit  be  mellow, 
Shall   hang   in    the   orchard   old, 
Corn  changing  from  white  to  yellow, 
And   the   tall   wheat  like   to   gold. 
Though  strong  as  song-birds  rally 
Shall   ring  out  the   reaper's  voice. 
From  hilltop  and  sheltered  valley 
My  heart  shall  no  more  rejoice. 

God   grant   where    the   stars   gleam    brighter 
Some    night   when    the    church    bells    ring, 
When  the  snow  drifts  seem  much  brighter 
And   choirs   unnumbered   sing, 
I'm   safe   from   peril  and   danger 
In   the   midst   of  heaven,   may   see 
That  Babe,  Who  laid  in  the  manger 
And   who   died   on   Calvary. 


CHRISTMAS 


Anointed   Son   from   Virgin   come 
Though   in   flesh  concealed   still   God 
He    came    to    free    the    bounded    from 
The  power  that  Satan  had 
He  came  with  sound  of  peace  good  will 
Which  His  angels  round  him  sang 
Prom  bloodshed   too  the   world   was   still 
While  joy-bells  from   heaven   rang. 

Today  the  woes  of  sin  and  strife 
As   the   world   hasn't   seen   before 
Again  they  seek  each  others'  life 
For  more  of  the   golden   store 
The   golden    age   predicted   then 
Causes    Europe   kill    and   slay 
Great  missies  made  for  killing  men 
On  this  Lord's  anointed  day. 

Aren't   we   blind   to   our   infamy 
If   unrighteous   name   and   fame 
Polluting    soil    with    blood    we    see 
And   our   Saviour's   name   to   shame 
Intelligence    the    gift    of    God 
To  man   alone  was   given 
Shall  we  betray  for  earthly  sod 
And   renounce  way  to   heaven. 

Probation's   time    is   passing   fast 
And    from    bloodshed    gore    must    part 
The   trenches   where   your   millions   cast 
Pray    God    with    avenging    heart 
With  all  this  gore  for  golden  store 
Must    peace    from    earth    be    driven 
By  rulers  high  whom  God   defy 
Pollute  the  road   to  heaven. 

Oh  pray  you  sons  of  liberty 

For  that  peace  that  God  brought  men 

That  no  worldly  phase  or  haughty  craze 

Shall    disturb   our   peace   again 

Peace   will    the    cannon    shell    defy 

Peace  will  all  murder  cease 

Peace   will   assist   us   all   enjoy 

This   day  may   our   efforts   please. 


WOMAN 


Centuries  you've  suffered  in  silence, 
Neath   brutal   passions   of  men, 
Waited    witii   patience    and    prudence, 
To  regain  your  place  again. 
God   in   his   mercy   ordained   it, 
Woman    from   bondage   be    free, 
Mary   His   mother  obtained   it. 
Virgin    and    mother   was    she. 

Clouds   that   hung   o'er   their   prestige, 
Thousands    of    years    that    had    past, 
Disappeared,   no   trace   or   vestige, 
By   Queen   of  heaven   at   last 
Boundened    made    free    by    the    woman. 
Title   was   mother   of   grace. 
Oh   woman    the    chosen    of   human 
Condemned  by  vile  man  as  base. 

Bearer    of    natural    childhood, 
With    patience    her    burdens    bear. 
Toiling    in    valley   and    wildwood. 
Nursing    her    fondlings    with    care. 
Gentle   and   kind   and   helpful, 
Spreading  the   gospel   of  light 
Man  thought  more  stern  and  more  forceful 
Woman   the   seed   of   God's   might. 

Woman    that   fell   by   the    serpant 
And  brought  to  mankind  first  sin, 
Redemer    gave    for    atonement 
Now  queen  of  angels  and  men. 
Woman    exalted    of    creatures, 
Nature's    adornment    and    pride 
Behold    her    embibing    new    features 
Bearing  her  banners  to  guide. 

Teachers    of   virtue    and    patience 
Sublime    in    tenderness,    love, 
Prone   to   contrition   and   penance. 
Hoping  in   father  above. 
God     in    His    boundless    creation 
Made    man    from    slime    of   the    earth, 
More   choice   in   woman's   formation, 
From   rib   of  man   gave   her   birth. 


THE  FALLEN   SISTER 


When  a  poor  forlorn  sister, 

Whom   we   give  a   fearful   name, 
From   that   lustful   life   that   led  her 

Shudders    back    with   woeful    shame; 
When   her  weary  soul   is  yearning 

For  God's   light  beyond   the   skies, 
And    far   off    is    hope    discerning 

Where    a    purer   morrow    lies. 

There    you'll    find    a    goodly    spirit. 

Though     besmeared     with     lurid     shame, 
There  a  heart-pulse  beats  with  merit, 

Though   her  colors  know   no   fame; 
There's    the    human    as    Magdalen, 

Shedding  tears  of  love  for  thee, 
Washing  feet  with  tears  that  streaming, 

F  or  her  guilt  and  infamy. 

There  she'll   stand   before  redeemer. 

Broken    down    with    sorrow,    shame, 
Begging    Jesus    not    forget    her, 

Though   His  Christian   name  defame. 
Give  me  balm,  sweet  loving  Jesus. 

Cleanse  my  soul  with  sacred  oil; 
Cleanse    the    stains    of    lust    within    us. 

Grant    us    mercy    yet    awhile. 

Will    Jesus   sister   calling? 

May  I  answer  that;  He  would 
Adulterous  and   lepers  crawling, 

Yes,    for   all    He    shed    His    blood. 
Pity,    then,    those    sisters    fallen, 

'Twas  man  made  her  what  she  is. 
Don't  exult  until   the  morrow, 

Will  her  shame  outrival  his? 

All  remember  that  we're  human. 
It's   the   strong,   the   weak   enslave. 
Incarnation    from    the    woman, 
Man    not   chosen   there   to   share. 

Pity,    then,    that   fallen    sister, 
Take  her  sorrows  as  your  own; 

Both  sin  and   shame   taste   the   bitter, 
Man,  beware  the  cause  you  own. 


TO  MARY  AND  MAY 


(According    to    ancient    Christian    history,    the    month 
of   May    is    dedicated    to    Mary.) 

How  sweet  is  the  mantle  of  nature, 

Reserved   for   the   fair  month   of   May; 
The   symbol   of   grace  chosen   creature. 

Blest  of  all,   nations   today, 
Her    spirit    created    for   glory. 

Stainless  her  body   from   clay; 
Anointed    one    born    of    Mary, 

Blest    name    of   Mary   and    May. 

Blest   tributes   of   nature   we'll   give   her, 

'Neath    rose    and    lily    so    fair. 
This  queen   that   the  angels  all  greet   her, 

Grant    her   affections   may   share. 
The    earth    in    effulgence   of   splendor. 

Ermine    and   floral    display; 
Best  tributes  of  beauty  and  grandeur, 

We'll    honor   Mary   and   May. 

In    Mystery    was    Virgin    created, 

Mystery  her   spirit   within; 
In    Mystery    that    son    incarnated, 

That    mankind   be    born   again. 
In    Myestery    the    loaves    and    the    fishes. 

Likewise    all    nature's    display; 
In  mystry  is  life's  and  death's   issues. 

Both  Virgin,   Mother  and  May. 

Rejoice    with    the    Lord    of    creation. 

With    queen    of    angels    and    men. 
And    hail    His    communion    relation. 

Last   supper   symbolized   then; 
First   miracle   performed   through   Mary, 

Son's    mercy    we    ask    her    pray, 
Lo  mountains  and  valleys  so  pretty. 

Bedecked    for    Mary    and    May. 


PORTOLA 


King  Don  Gasper  De  Portola 

And   Conchita,   festal   queen, 
Come   to   honor   'Frisco   for   her, 

Where    all    Nations    may    be    seen. 
Fifes  and  drums  beat   loud  and  rattle. 

Cannons  too  will  loudly  roar, 
For  that  King:  whom  fate   did   battle, 

Our  land-locked   harbor  did  explore. 

Visitors   from    foreign   climes, 

Armored   ships   with    flags   a-flying. 
Statesmen,    captains,    regal    primates. 

Eager    for    this    great    sightseeing. 
Scenes  unrivalled  in  stage  station, 

Land  exhibits  to  behold. 
Loveliest  city   ol   the   nation, 

Golden  Gate  her  portals  hold. 

Dancing   at    the    Hotel    Fairmont, 

Lights    of    beauty,    grace    and    fame. 
Festal   King  and  Queen   Conchita, 

Lead   grand   march   in   pride  of  name. 
Balls   unceasing  most   exquisite. 

Where   our   guests   can   happily. 
Unite    with    Maidens   charmed    elite, 

Queens   of   Beauty   there    shall    see. 

The    Electric   Dell    at    Third    and    Market, 

Both   artistic,   rare,   sublime. 
Streaming   sunbeams   from   each    socket. 

Mirrors   on    the   masses   shine. 
Van  Ness,  Kearny,  Fillmore  beaming, 

Incandescent    lights    true    great. 
Million    candle    power    extending 

Through    famed    city — Golden    Gate. 

Marathon    from    Sacramento, 

Swimming  feats  across  the  Bay, 
Aquatic    sports    from    Spanish    Junto, 

Coronation's    grand    array. 
Tens   of    thousands    in    line   marching, 

China's    dragons,    rich    Cathay, 
Native   Daughters,    rich   chrysanth'mums. 

Fraternal   floats   rare   and   gay. 


Spanish   airs  and   Spanish   salvos. 
Padres  chiming  faith  and  state. 
Nations  riding  in  their  autos, 


To  acclaim  her  future  great. 
Raised   ag-ain    from    quake    and   ashes, 

To  regain  her  fame  and  fate, 
Pride   of  time   is   San   Francisco, 

Born    again    by   Golden   Gate. 

Newly  baptised  San  Francisco, 

All    are    welcomed — young    and    old, 
E'n    Viscaino,    Cabarillo, 

Mission   Fathers,    brave   and   bold. 
Pacific   queen   she   is   the   greatest, 

Resourceful    now   her    empire    state, 
Two   Oceans   link'd   find   her   richest, 

Future   tells  by  Golden  Gate. 


LIBERTY  BELL 


This    Bell    that    tolled    us    freedom. 

Near    seven    score    years    ago, 
We    cherish    in    our    bosom, 

Baptised    in    blood    we    know. 
Our    forbears    bold    undaunted 

To  no   king"  bend   the   knee, 
Their   flag   of   freedom    flaunted 

This   Bell   proclaimed  us  free. 

First    shot    fired    at    Lexington 

Resounded    through    the    world. 
Stars    and    Stripes    by    Washington 

From    belfry    was    unfurled. 
It   speaks   today   of    peace,    freedom. 

Not    kingly    woes    of    war. 
And    speaks    to    us    non-wisdom 

Of   King  and  Kaiser,   Czar. 

Its   chimes  are   ever   voicing 

The   justice   of   the   hour. 
And    that    we're    born    equal 

Despite  pomp  and  power. 
Abuse    it    and    you'll    suffer. 

Decrees    of   God    can't    trod. 
His    covenant    the    rudder, 

While   Bell   kept   voicing   good. 

It    thundered    notes    proclaiming 

To    bold    Patrick    Henry, 
Proud    Independence    framing, 

Oh,    Death    or    Liberty. 
Its  voice   by  age   now  broken. 

Still    tells   of   carnage   then, 
Both  faith  and  hope  was  spoken 

In   hearts   of   fighting   men. 

This    symbol    of   attraction 

Kept   tolling  to   the   free, 
Take  up  your  guns  and  sabers 

And    fight    for    Liberty. 
In    Exposition    resting 

This   emblem   of   the   free, 
Oh,  may  we  heed  its  chiming 

For    true    Equality. 


MAN'S   INHUMANITY 


We  should  know  our  time  is  coming", 
'Fore  the  church  bell  tolls  the  knell, 
Not    forg-et    we're    slowly    moving, 
To    the    gates   of    heaven    or   hell; 
Love    should    be    to    sisters,    brothers, 
Nor    by    evil    genius    plan. 
Or    destruction    to    our    neighbors — 
Inhumanity     to     man. 

What    is    pride    in    human    station 
But    the    devil's    working    den, 
Spurned   at  Christ's   exaltation, 
And    from    heaven    cast    out    then. 
All   the    gold-dust   of   the   ages. 
Can't  extend  one  hour,  life's  span, 
Thinketh    well    from    earthly    stages — 
Inhumanity    to    man. 

Have    we    felt    the    pangs   of    hunger. 
Or  the  cold  that  pierced  the  heart? 
Have   we   caused   them   suffer  longer. 
As    revenge    for    doing    part? 
Ponder    well    this    hatred    blindly, 
As  you   mete  will  measure   span; 
Time    is    God's    to    judge    supremely — 
Inhumanity     to     man. 

Mother   earth   is   often   shaken. 
By    our    lustful,    shameless    crimes; 
Quakes    have    told    us    to    awaken. 
To    the    trend    of    evil    times. 
"Millions    face    the    slaughter    pointing.' 
Millions    weep    from    hunger's    plan. 
Millions     face    the    judgment     wanting- 
Inhumanity    to     man. 

Christ    has    told    us    love    each    other; 
Satan    teaches    hate    and    pride; 
As    with    Cane    revenging    brother, 
Weakened    mortals    side    by    side. 
Heed   the   voice   of  sheppards   calling. 
Help    your    neighbor    best    you    can; 
Don't     rejoice     misfortune's     falling — 
Inhumanity    to    man. 


DAUGHTERS  OF  THE   LIGHT 


High   above   the   gloom   and   shadow 
Of  this  gray,  cloud-covered  world, 
We  have   placed  our  chosen   motto. 
And    our   banner,    white    unfurled. 
On   its   folds   we've   traced   the   message 
In    the    conflict   for   the    right 
It    will    be    our    magic    watch-word — 
"Be  ye  daughters  of  the  Light. 

As  we  stand,  to  heaven  lifting 
Eyes    in    which    youth's   courage    shines. 
Eyes   that    seek    the    guiding    vision 
That   unfolds   God's    great    designs 
Will    not    He,    from    undimmed    splendor- 
Far    too    great    for    human    sight. 
Send  His  angels  down  to  each 
"Be  ye  daughters  of  the  Light!" 

Glorious  aim!     True   inspiration 
Arming    souls    with    power   and    might 
Shadows   vanish   at   our   watchword 
"Be  ye  daughters  of  the  Light!" 

See  the  hosts  of  white-robed  martyrs 
See   the   virgins,    glory-crowned 
Down  the  ages  runs  the  path-way 
Trod  by  brave  souls,  world  renowned! 
See  them  clad   in   shining  raiment 
Clad  in  robes  of  dazzling  white! 
Here  on  earth  they  won  their  glory — 
They   were   daughters   of   the   Light. 

Dare  we  claim  relation   with   them? 
Yea,  for  human  were  they  all — 
Power  divine  upheld  their  weakness 
Heaven   responded  to  their  call. 
So,    too,   with   us    is   a   Helper, 
One  who'll  lead  our  steps  aright; 
List  the  words  that  once  He  uttered 
Here  on  earth, — "I  am  the  Light!" 

Courage   then,    and    onward    upward! 
Where   Christ   reigns   there    is   no   night 
From    his    throne    He    bends    to    whisper 
"Be  ye  daughters  of  the  Light!" 


CHILD  OF  MARY 


I'm    safe    when    protected    by    Mary 
The  Mother  of  grace,   mercy,   might. 
The  refuge   of  sinners   that  weary 
God    gave    her    power,    Satan    to    fight. 
Most  honored  of  creatures  created. 
Preserved   pure   for    incarnate   son. 
Pull   of   grace   the   angel   related, 
Immaculate  from  stain  of  Sin. 

To   woman   gave   Jesus   preference 
By  Spirit's   conception   and   birth, 
No    stain    but   full    grace    as    prescience 
Her  name   is  called  blessed  on   earth. 
Both   Virgin   and   Mother   divinely 
This    charm    do    all    mortals   see, 
Now   Queen    of   Heaven   sublimely 
Oh,   pray   for   poor   sinners  and  me. 

Unchristian    the   heart   against   Mary 
Who   dare   can    God's   honor    ignore. 
Our  misgivings  to  Him,   she'll  carry 
Please    spare    them    His    mercy    implore. 
On   earth  was  obedient   to  Mother. 
In   Heaven   likewise  will   He  be; 
Oh    Mary    and    Mother,    no    other 
Can  plead  for  us  all  motherly. 

Please   pray   for   me,   pray   for   me,   Mary, 

Name   me   by   adoption   your  son. 

Though   life   be   vain,   foolish   and   dreamy, 

Oh   plead   that  forgiveness   be   done; 

Oh  Mary,   true  advocate.  Mother, 

By  the   Spirit  conceived,   begot   Son, 

The    Saviour    of    mankind    no    other, 

By    His   blood    on    the    cross    it   was    done. 


KNIGHTS  OF  COLUMBUS 


Hurrah   for  that   gallant   commander, 

Who  gave  us  this  land  of  the  free; 
Hurrah  for  those  K.  C.  defenders 

And  shriners  of  true  liberty. 
Hurrah  for  those  Knights  now  observing 

Those    truths    that   are    sacred   of   God, 
With   the    fruits  of  Charity   conserving 

To  plane  of  humanity's  good. 

This   spirit   we   must   keep   within   us 

Inspired   by   glory  and    fame. 
Until   mountains  of  goodness  instill  us. 

For  our   faith  and  country   the  same. 
Hurrah   for   those    memories   reflected. 

His  genius   the  ocean   to   explore, 
Hurrah    for   his   sons   now    expected 

To  sail  on  and  on  for  the  shore. 

We've  Knights  of  the  Red  Branch  and  Garter 

Pythians,  Templars  and  Cross; 
The   choice   ef   the   nation    we're   after 

To  regain  our  spiritual  loss. 
A    body    divorced    of    its    spirit, 

A   nation    that   faithless   must   fall, 
Sail   on   and   sail   on    for   true   merit, 

Which   Knights   of   Columbus   install. 

They    stand    for    the    freedom    of    mankind. 

The  rights  of  free  worship  maintain; 
They  stand  by  the  widow  and  orphan 

Through  Charity's  findings  entrain; 
With   the   star   of   hope    peering    forward 

Through  darkness  and  shadows  of  shame. 
Sail  on   and  sail   on   be  the  password 

To  light  us  to  glory  and  fame. 

Let's  sail  through   the   ocean   of  kindness, 

'Neath   compass  and   rudder  and  sail, 
Keep   watch    on    the    phases    of    blindness, 

Lest   tempest   destruction   prevail. 
Hold  fast  to  that  faith  that  was  guiding 

The  chosen  across  the  Red  Sea, 
Same  God   and  same   faith   now   abiding, 

Columbian  Knights  of  the  free. 
For   centuries   we've   waited   in   silence, 

And  watched  for   results  of  the  goal; 
We've   waited   with   patience  and   prudence. 

While  time  was  absorbing  the  whole. 
Awakened    to    spirit    within    us. 

Exulted   to    honor    that   name. 
So  called  themselves  Knights  of  Columbus, 

And   evermore  honor  the  same. 


CAST  THE  WATER  ON  THE  FIRE 

Its  a  virtue  that  much  wanting. 

In  the  blast  of  human  ire. 

What    the    human    heart    is    panting- 

With  a   raging  hate  desire. 

Don't    forget    that    virtue,    patience 

Nothing   sweeter   plaj^ed   from   lyre 

Its    the    checkmate    for    imprudence 

Cast   the   water  on   the  fire. 

Its  the  greatest  blessing  given 
In   a  home  with  thunder  soars 
Its  the  sweetest  rose  from  heaven 
Where    rude   passions    sway   and    roars. 
With   its   mild   and   tender  sweetness 
Conquers   more   than   wrathful   ire 
Wins   the   vicious   heart   by  kindness 
Casts   the   water   on    the    fire. 

But  our  minds  are  dark   and  narrow 
And   the   flesh   to   evil   sown 
And  for  such  we  sigh  and  sorrow 
For  transgressions  of  our  own. 
We  must  conquer  such  with  patience. 
Choosing  love  instead  of  ire. 
Where  your  tempted  to  imprudence. 
Cast  the  water  on  the  fire. 

God  will  help  us  if  we  ask  it 
With  that  peace  no  man  can  give 
God  will  check  the  evil  in  us 
Help  and  aid  us  while  we  live. 
Give  and  take   for   good   example 
Show   not   children   hateful    ire 
And   by   patience   stem   the   battle 
Casting   water   on    the   fire. 


KNIGHTS  DUTY 


Remember    brave    Knights    of    Columbus 
Your    duties    to    honor    and    fame 
And   view    those    great    evils    around    us 
Where     modesty     blushes     with     shame. 
Remember   Columbus   with   Red    man 
His  life   was   endangered   for   thee 
Let  Members   beware   what's   human 
Preserving    in    ranks,    purity. 

Times    are    presenting    this    warning 
Swaying  backwards   from   modesty 
Teachers   of   virtue,   our   calling 
Defending   what's   true   womanly 
Young   ladies   of   high   degree,   station 
Good   breeding,  attainments  could  spare 
Is   lost   to   the   lure   of   temptation 
With    exhibits    to    lust    laid    bare. 

With    split    skirts    and    hose    that's    transparent 

Oh   ladies'   Thou   fairest   that   be 

Please  think  of  that  Virgin  and  Parent 

You'll  never  disgrace  your  degree 

Bunny-hug,    Grizzly-bear,    Turkey-trot 

Hesitation    latest   we   see 

"Woman   supreme"   wilt  thou  cast  lot 

To    forlorn    degeneracy. 

"Oh   Knights"    can't    you    see   the   horizon 
It's    murcky    with    evils    that   shame 
Divorces    unnumbered    to    gaze    on 
With    children    abandoned    In    name. 
"Oh"  where  is  that  Christ  that  created 
And   where   is   that   Christ   that   redeemed 
Meekness  of  heart  segregated 
Modesty  no   longer  esteemed. 

No  wonder  this  shame   and  perversion 
With    Journals    presuming    in    strife 
Giving    germ,    atom,    electron 
Creators   of   infinite   life. 
Time   chides   those   skeptical   fakirs 
Descendents    of    monkeys    wont    stand 
Nor  Hearst  with  his  papers  and  capers 
Can   change   God-man's   faith   in   this  land. 
Stand   firm   brave   Knights   of   Columbus 
With   that   faith   that   he  crossed   the   sea 
Obeying   those   laws    God    gave    us 
'Neath    Modesty's    banner    let's    be. 
A   press   you   should   have   to   defend   you 
In   each   state    where    money   is   God. 
Clergy  to  aid  and  assist  you 
For  manly  and  womanly  good. 


"EULOGY  ON   MY  BROTHER" 


Oh,  God  in  his  mercy  this  time  has  sent  sorrow>^ 
And  took  my  fond  brother  from  this  earthly  shore, 
And  left  me  to  ponder  whom   friendship  should  borrow. 
E'en    wife    of   my    bosom    could    not    have    done    more. 
So   oft   through   those   years   of   my   life   undirected, 
Unable   to  chose   between   virtue  and  wrong 
His    wisdom   and    counsel    on    me    then    reflected 
Strengthening-    my    weakness    and    bidding    be    strong. 

Oh,  shall  I  forget  him  in  obstinate  blindness, 
Or  fail  to  remember  his  love  that   was  strong 
Surely  not,  after  his  long  serving  kindness, 
And   fatherly  pleadings  must  ever  prolong. 
In    life   were   united,    by   Death   now    we're    parted. 
The   doom   of   all   mortals   from   all    earthly   gain 
Hope  to  behold  him  with  angels  now  wafted, 
Believing    that    Jesus    cleansed    him    from    sin. 

The   reason    I   loved   him,    because   he    was   kindly 
Likewise    he    was    generous    in    hand    and    heart 
As    chief    benefactor    to    fatherless    family. 
Convinced    that    from   honor   he   would    never   part. 
Consoling   the    weeping   and   hating   oppression, 
Before  which  all   human   misgivings   gave  way 
He   has   left  all   reflections   of   long   lived   affection, 
How  can  we  forget  him,  now  cold  in   the  clay. 

Oh,  time  has  now  left  me  a  wreck  of  emotion, 

And   time   has   swept   from  me   a   brother   so   true. 

To    mourn    for   ever   his    fond    loved    devotion, 

Resolved    all    his    teachings   and    counsels    pursue. 

May  God  in  his  mercy,   absolve  and  redeem  him, 

And   grant  him   that   glory  he's   labored   so   well 

Friend    of    the    oppressed    and    poor,    how    they'll    miss    him 

A   father   and   brother,   to   all   I   can   tell. 

He  has  gone  from  children   and  beloved  kindred. 

He's  gone  from  his  neighbors  beloved  and  much  praised. 

He's   gone   from   forlorn   whom   he   forsook   never; 

To   enter  earth's  bosom   until  Judgment   raised. 

His   sweet   smiles   of   kindness   that   once   were   so   pleasing, 

By  the  cold  sting  of  Death,  with  spirit  now  gone. 

To   rest   in   the   bosom   of  Jesus   redeeming, 

So  we  by  tomorrow  same  road  travel  on. 


GROWTH  AND  DECAY 


Nothing  is  lost  forever, 
Only    see    their    form    a    change, 
Force  and  essence  they  lose  never, 
In    that    path    where    mystery    range, 
Stars    that    shine    so    bright    upon    us, 
Sun   gives   heat   and   light   of   day, 
Earth    producing    to    sustain    us, 
All  are  solved  by  growth,  decay. 

Adam,   father  of  all   races, 
Color    changing — black,    brown,    white; 
Complex   too,   tradition   faces. 
History    fails   to    give    much    light. 
Take   one   hundred   weight   of   surface. 
Encased    therein    grows    huge    tree,    gay. 
Essence   from    the   air  must   purchase. 
Mystery    solved    in    growth,    decay. 

Spirit   matter,    forces   traveling, 
With    conceptions    gilded    soul, 
Genius'    rays    of    light    unravelingr, 
Man    designer    of    the    whole. 
Flames,    destructive,    that's    a    burning, 
Have  not  lost  their  force  to  sway. 
Still    exists,    to    vapor    turning. 
Nothing    lost    by    growth,    decay. 

Universe,    infinite,    endless. 

All   from  God,   no   loss  can   be, 

Life  and  death  though  cold  and  friendless, 

'Tis    our   nature's    destiny. 

Changing  solids   into   ashes. 

Smoke    and    steam    in    clouds    make    way. 

Snow   and   rain    where   thunder   clashes, 

Still   no  loss  by  growth,  decay. 

If    world's    growth    in    past    ages, 

Were  subtracted,  naught  would  be. 

Oceans   dried   by   vapor   stages, 

All  returneth  equally. 

Forms    are    lost,    new    ones    returneth. 

So   with  man   whom   death   hold   sway. 

And  death  hall  lose  that  power  God  giveth, 

'Tis    God    decrees — growth,     decay. 


SAY  NO 


Dear    children,    when    starting-    life's    journey, 

Along-   the   great   highways   of   life. 
You'll    meet    with    a    thousand    temptations, 

In    places   where    evil    is    rife. 
This    world    is    a    stage    of    excitem-ent, 

There    is    danger    wherever   you    go; 
Beware    of    evil    commitments, 

And   where   you   are   tempted   say   no. 

In  courage,   my  children   your  safety, 

When   you   this   long   journey   begin, 
So,    trusting    in    God,    do    your   duty. 

He'll   keep  you   unspotted   from   sin. 
Temptations    will     follow     unceasing 

As    streams    to    large    rivers    flow. 
But   if   you   are   true   and   beseeching 

Your    answer    to    evil    is    "no." 

Remember     Gethsemane     garden, 

Anointed    shed    bloody    sweat. 
Crucified   to   gain   our   pardon; 

All    suffer,    don't    ever    forget. 
Be   choice   in   your  habits  of   living. 

Be  frugal  in  life  as  you  go, 
Give  help  to  the  weary  that  striving 

When    tempted    to    evil    say    no. 

Discouragements  met   in   life's   journey. 

Some    burdens   quite   heavy    to   bear. 
Compare   them   with   Christ's,    true   not   many, 

Where   flesh   from   the   bones   they  did   tear. 
Be   honest,    kind,   truthful   and   humble; 

Be   gentle  with  all   as  you   go. 
Should  your  road  be  thorny,  don't  grumble, 

To   glare   of   temptation   say   no. 

Avoid    those    allurements   that's    tempting, 

The   vicious   will   coax  you   to   sin. 
The  laws  of  God  always  respecting. 

Each    morning    the    Lord's    prayer    begin. 
His  grace  all  will  have  if  they  ask  it. 

To  all  He  will  grant  and  bestow. 
Your  reward  will  be  as  you  make   it — 

When   tempted  to  evil   say  no. 


THE  BLESSED  VIRGIN 


God's    hand-maid    called    Mary 
By  grace  was  preserved 
For    Christ    the    anointed 
Her     womb     was     reserved. 
Queen    of    the   firmament 
Of   angels  and   men 
Let's    hail    her    with    angels 
God's    chosen    one    then. 


'Twas     told     in     the    garden 
She'd    demons    rule    o'er 
And  at  feast  of  Cana 
Prom  water,   wine  pour. 
Queen    of    creation 
Immaculate     she 
The    choice    of    Father 
His    son's    Mother    be. 

Oh  Children   of  Mary 
\\  horn   Satan   does   hate 
Queen    of    the    Universe 
Of    Heaven    the    gate. 
For    sinners    she's    pleading 
This  daughter  of   Eve 
That    wo   from    the   Father 
A    crown    may    receive. 

Illumined   with   glory 
The   stars   may   express 
Queen    Virgin    and   Mother 
Whom    all    nations    bless. 
What   mind   can   conceive    it 
Or    tongue    can    extoll 
This    proud    name    of    Mary 
Made    queen    over    all. 


LIFE'S  LEDGER 


In  the  records  of  life  all  is  printed 

'Till   Death   tells   us  lay  down   our  tools 

With  the  g-ood  and  the  bad  we're  confronted 

Where   wisdom   of   wise   are   as   fools 

It's  being-  told  us  throug-h  ages  by  sages 

Confirmed   by   Christ    the    God-man 

And  to  each  shall  be  shown  in  those  pages 

True   Justice    by   Jesus   who    can 

He  will  Judge  the  proud  King's  of  the  ages 

While   bodies  lay  cold   in   their  g-raves 

All    their    virtues    he'll    measure    by    gauges 

With    Justice    to    masters    and    slaves. 

Though  gold  caskets  may  entwine  their  bodies 

Floral   tributes,   emblems   and   flags. 

Disappointed  at  the  Ledger's  tallies 

'Neath   bigger  man  buried   in   rags. 

Be  cheerful   you   believers   in   Spirit, 

Bear    trials    with    patience    and    might, 

Let  your   lives   seek   what's   honor  true   merit, 

Else   Eternity   must   lose   in   fight 

Through   life's   journey   you'll   find   it   pays   better 

As    righteous    bid    you    must   fight, 

Finding   truth   live    it   up    to   the   letter. 

By    banishing    anger    and    spite. 

We're    told    by    the    Saviour    anointed 

A  record   is  kept  of  each  word 

At    the    results    we    are    disappointed 

When   dark   deeds   are   shown   by   the   Lord 

Those   millions   that  are   slain   for   ambition 

Those  Martyrs  for  faith  with  their  blood. 

With    Religion    despoiled    by    perversion 

Life's  Ledger  shall  balance,   bad,   good. 


CHRISTMAS 


A  merry  "Merry  Christmas,"  is  the  joyful  sound  we  hear, 

From  hamlet,  cottage,  mansion,  Christmas  day  gives  cheer; 

Prom  the  Arctic  to  Antarctic,  those  welcome  sounds  pro- 
claim, 

In  the  highlands,   in  the  lowlands,  both  inland  sea  and  main. 

This  heavenly  guest  that  cometh,  with  His  angels  by  His 
side. 

Sending  messages  to  Israel,  and  a  star  to  be  their  guide. 

Sending  messages  to  rulers,  rare  gifts  with  Him  they 
share. 

Ever    practiced     by    the    Christians    as    conditions    should 

compare. 

This  eventful   merry  Christmas,   calls  millions   to   unite. 
From    distant    climes    and    regions,    to    their    native    lands 

take  flight. 
To  Him  who  changed  the  water  'twas  Mother  did  implore. 
Multiplied    the    loaves    and    fishes,    to    feed    five    thousand 

more. 
That  Son  who  stilled  the  waters,  and  the  wind  obeyed  His 

will, 
That  Son  who  raised  the  dead  to  life,  the  blind  their  sight 

instill. 
The    lepers    healed,    the    lame    did    walk,    the    dumb    their 

speech  restore 
On  coming  merry  Christmas  day,  let's  hall   Him  more  and 

more. 

That  Son   that  gave  to  Moses,  ten  commandments  to  obey. 

Transfigured  from  the  mountain,  that  immortal  life  dis- 
play 

Red  Sea  divide  with  Jordan  dried,  His  people  did  pass  o'er 

The  manna  bread  by  Heaven  spread,  their  needs  and  wants 
restore. 

Ten  plagues  He  sent  on  Egypt's  soil,  to  stay  the  tyrant's 
hand 

From  Horeb's  rock  a  fountain  gave,  to  cheer  His  chosen 
band. 

By  Faith  required,  in  Love  desired,  the  bridge  of  life  pass 
o'er 

Let's  not  forget  this  Christmas  time,  to  hail  Him  more  and 
more. 

The    ancients    took    the    Word    as    told,    Redeemer    was    to 

come; 
Foretold    it    was,    to    Adam's    face,    by    God    Himself    'twas 

done. 
Heaven  shut  four  thousand  years,  as  faithful  lay  in  prison. 
Until  His  Son  did  die  for  men  to  open  gates  of  heaven. 
Let's   not   forget    that   Adam's   fall,    caused    woe   and    death, 


destruction, 
And  Jesus'   blood  for  sinners  all,   is  joy,   or  woe,  perdition; 
With  His  part  done,  and  ours  to  do,  repentance  is  our  gain 
And  a  merry,  merry,  Christmas,  you  surely  will  obtain. 

This     sermon     on     the    mountain,     explained     the     road     to 

heaven; 
Have  mercy  on   the  fallen,   the  weak  and  hungry  driven, 
Blessed   be   the    poor   who   shall    endure,    sufferings   for   His 

sake 
The  meek   reward  with  earthly  gifts,   to  Father's  Kingdom 

take. 
All  things  did  He,   by  faith  shall  see,  as  Abraham  of  yore. 
The  Lamb  was  slain   in   Isaiah's  main,   one   thousand  years 

before; 
Behold   that   Son,    "Anointed   One,"   all   evils   try  refrain 
And  a  merry,  merry  Christmas  you  surely  will  obtain. 

Should  grief  and  sorrow  find  us,  and  afllictions  mar  our 
way, 

Let  us  think  of  Jesus'  birth  and  the  manger  where  He  lay. 

Surrounded   by  His  angels,   giving  praises  by  His  side; 

The  Lamb  of  God,  Our  Saviour,  The  Anointed  One  we  pride. 

Let's  give  unto  the  needy  help,  this  day  to  honor  Him. 

Let's  heal  the  wounded  neighbor's  name,  so  lately  we  con- 
demn; 

Resolve  to  do  our  duty  and  no  envy  still  retain, 

And  a  merry,  merry  Christmas  you  surely  will  obtain. 

Let  no  Pride  of  Spirit  bind  us,  neither  vanity  nor  scorn. 

The  Son  of  God  in  manger  straw,  so  humbly  was  He  born, 

For  millions  spent  in  gorgeous  wealth,  with  millions 
hungry,  cold; 

Much  like  the  swine,  with  diamonds  fine,  mocked  by  both 
young  and  old. 

The  proudest  beings  that  ruled  the  earth,  their  bodies  be- 
came dust, 

Why  then  we  claim  that  pride  our  shame,  for  all  men 
equal  us. 

For  gifts  to  poor  will  sure  endure,  when  vainness  saveth 
not; 

With  merry  joys,  and  Christmas  toys,  to  every  house  and 
cot. 


THANKSGIVING  DAY 


Thanksgiving    day    has    come    again, 

Let's   chant    our   praise    to    God 
And    seek    his    favors    now    and    then — 

All   hail   our  Lord  so   good 
In    Peace   with   all,    Oh   may   it  last, 

That  wars  and  bloodshed  may 
By   evil   doers  be  of  the   past. 

On  this  Thanksgiving  day. 

Time  has  changed  most  wonderfully, 

Since   redmen    ruled   the   land, 
When    wild   beasts   roamed    promiscuously 

To  feed  the  savage  band; 
Now   corn,    wheat   and   cotton    grow. 

Fine  orchards,  rare  and  gay. 
Where  once  had  roamed  the  buffalo. 

On    first    Thanksgiving    day. 

The   ships   that   ride   the   ocean   wave. 

The  trains  that  sweep  the  land. 
Should   sing   their   praise   and   ask    Him    save. 

Our  nation's  pride  and  stand. 
The  Mayflower  pilgrims  brave  and  bold, 

The   woods  and   wilds  they  took. 
Braved   hardships  many, — hunger,  cold 

But   Freedom's   shores   they   took. 

0*er  six  score  years  have  passed  away. 

The  silent  grave  entombs, 
The   martyrs,    patriots   who    gained   sway. 

Their   sons   by   millions   come. 
All    praise    the   Lord    with    fervent   heart. 

For    manifold    display. 
Untold    resources    do    our    part, 

On    this   Thanksgiving   day. 

With  stars  and  stripes,  true  emblems  might, 

Of    freedom's    ray    recall. 
The  mission  of  the  pilgrim's  flight 

For    worship    free    to    all. 
Two  oceans  meet  our  cherished  stand. 

Two   hemispheres   obey. 
All   give   thanks   for   this   happy   land, 

On    this   Thanksgiving   day. 


FAREWELL  TO  REV.  FATHER  CASEY 

Dear   Father,   you   leave   us   in   sorrow, 
With   a   memory   that's   dear  to   the   mind; 
Your  place,   too,   made   vacant   tomorrow 
Shall   we   find   one   so   loving  and   kind. 
To   the  classes   and  masses   endearing, 
The  young-  and  the  old  want  you  to  stay, 
To   orders   of   Bishop   resigning 
May   God   bless  your  mission   we'll  pray. 

In   Faith,   you're  a  gem   that's   inspiring, 

For  example  a   beacon   of  light; 

With   Cross   in   the   battle  field   fighting 

To    sever    the    wrong    from    the    right. 

To   the   sick  and   weary  consoling. 

To  the  needy  you  gave  of  your  fee. 

You  cheered  the  sad   hearts  that  were  grieving; 

Oh,   Father,   we'll  all   sigh  for  thee. 

In   vision   we'll   dream  of   your   goodness. 
We'll  long  for  that  smile  that  shone  bright; 
In   midnight   you   ministered   sickness, 
By  Unction  that  led  them  to  light. 
St.   Catherine's  Church   will   seem   lonely, 
The   Altar   boys  grief  cannot   tell; 
Your  confessional   crowds   seek   vainly, 
Dear    Father,    we    bid    you    farewell. 


ODE  ON  LIFE'S  CARES 


Quite   often,   life's   troubles   we   borrow. 

Prom  that  deep  sea  of  dread  despair. 
One  day  of  it's  joy,   next  sorrow. 

Truly    both    we're    burdened    to    share. 
Should    darkness    surround    us    while    grieving, 

With    no   visible   hope    to    perceive, 
Take  courage  with  on  God  believing. 

He'll    your    cares    and    your    troubles    relieve. 

Take  courage  and  life's  battles  win   it 

For   all   joys  are   commingled    with    pain. 
Success   is  as  you   pursue   it. 

For   temporal   or   spiritual   gain. 
Don't  waver  in   faith  or  in   doing. 

Neither   shirk   from    burdens  that   may, 
For  success  steers  clear  of   those  wooings 

In    idleness,   folly  and   play. 

Our  lives  are  just  as  we  can  make  them. 

Whether  wicked  or  haughty  or  kind, 
If  sinful   make  good  and   repent  them. 

Both  His  Grace  and  His  pardon  must  find. 
E'n    this   earth   should   tremble   around   you, 

And    mountains   would   sink    in    the   main. 
Be  firm   when   evil   does  tempt   you. 

And   the  sword  of  the  spirit   maintain. 

Time  is  too  precious  to  waste  it, 

For  each  moment  accounting  must  give, 
By  deeds  and  not  words  we  can  make  it 

'Neath    that    mantle    where    brotherhoods    live 
'Twas  that  crown  that  thorns  left  bleeding. 

And    His   suffering   on    the   cross   understood; 
Our  harvest  must   follow   the   seeding 

In   both   spirit   and  water  and   blood. 


THE  MARRIAGE  VOW 


When   man   and  wife   on   life's  frail   boat 

On  God  should  trust  for  bliss. 
So   many   times   in   grief   find   both 

Because  of  joy  they  miss. 
Sail  on,   sail  on,  the  Master  cry, 

Be   faithful    to   your   vow, 
The  storms  of  time  you  must  defy, 

So   keep   your   courage   now. 

Should   life   be    called    to   journey   far. 

Leave   sorrow,    grief   and   pain 
Wafted   beyond    the   evening   star, 

Loved   spouse   may   call   in   vain. 
Each  day  while   walking  side   by  side, 

To  love  and   friendship  bow, 
Inhuman    failings    try    to    hide. 

Too  late  to  atone  them  now. 

How  bright  would  life   be  everywhere 

If  both  their  hearts  could  love, 
Sweet  tenderness  they  both  could  share 

While    keeping   vows    above. 
True  honor,   then,   in   life  they   give, 

When   call   comes  where,   when,   how, 
In  peace  and  love  we  both  did  live, 

How    thankful    for    it    now. 

All   must   remember  life   is   short. 

Some  day   by  Death   must   go. 
Prom   evil   pleasures   we   must   part, 

Pride,    vanity    forego. 
With  man  and  wife  their  labors  done, 

To  God  have  kept  their  vow, 
Come   thou   you   blessed  of  my  son. 

My   mercy    giveth   now. 

Watch    and    wait    with    patient    bliss, 

'Twill  heal  those  wounds  made  sore, 
Remember,   too,   the  faithful  kiss 

Will    blend   two    hearts    the   more. 
As  both  once  loved,   keep  loving  still, 

And  don't  betray  your  vow, 
And  bear  your  cross   to   suit  God's   will, 

We  need  His  blessings  now. 


ODE— CLASSES  AND  MASSES 


Do  the  classes  hate  the  masses, 

As  the  peafowl   hates  the  hen? 
Does    the    plumage    make    distinction 

From   the  eagle   to   the   wren? 
Flesh  and   blood   defined  as  equal. 

May    we    hope    our    spirits    too, 
With  God's  gifts  to  prove  the  sequel 

By  their  light  less  evils  do. 

True  we  know  they  are  exclusive 

From   the   force   of  wealth  and   fame, 
Truly  oftentimes  abusive 

That  a  Christian   name  might  shame. 
As  we're  children  of  the  Father, 

By    adoption    of    his    Son, 
Should   we   lust   for  sweat  of   labor, 

Cheat   or   rob    the   fallen    one? 

In    distinction    lies    ambition. 

Which    without    we'd    sure    fall    back 
To   that   barbarous   situation 

With    their    woes    and    sorrows    black. 
L#et'8    condemn    that    word    "destruction" 

And    conserve    to    righteous    call 
With  fair  play  for  all   the  nation. 

Be    those    people    great    or   small. 


POEM  ON  U.  S.  FLEET 


Our  United  States  fleet,  the  pride  of  the  ocean, 
In  ports  of  all  nations  she's  honored  so  well; 
Steaming-,    a    beaming   with    brave    dashing    seamen 
Whose    daring   and    courage    no   nation    excell. 

The  unconquerable  Paul   Jones  laid  the  foundation, 
With  Barry  and  Perry  true  heroes  likewise, 
Parragut,    Evans    and    bold    Admiral    Dewey, 
Were  Uncle   Sam's  heroes   beloved   and   much   prized. 

Our   battleships   white   as   the   snow   on    the   mountains, 
With  star  spangled  banners  from   mastheads  a  flying, 
Like  sunbeams  of  glory  from  liberty's  fountain. 
Bearing   highest   of   standards    the    eagle    sublime; 
With  cruisers  a  sailing  and  dreadnaughts  of  danger. 
All  nations  proclaim  them  marvels  of  might, 
To  poor  and   forlorn   they're  seldom  a  stranger 
To  aid  in  defending  the  standards  of  right. 

Our   fleet    representing   the   mightiest  of   nations 
With  modesty  her  pass-word,   liberty  her  strength, 
Old  Glory  representing  starry-night   heavens 
Braves   billowy   ocean    regardless   of   length. 
She   ploughs  the  Atlantic  as   noble   defender 
Of  treaties  established  between  man  and  man. 
Sweeps  the  Pacific  to  stem  all  pretenders 
Whose  principles  are  tending  to  take  all  they  can. 

Let's    hail    our   fleet    from    invaders    protecting-, 

Let's  hail   it,   enlarge   it,   our   peace   shining  light. 

With  a  merchant  marine   to  cope   in  resisting. 

Less   battles   encounter,   less   enemies   to   fight. 

Let's  hail  our  commanders  with  pride  and  devotion, 

Likewise   our   young   seamen    who    stand    by    their   guns 

Old  Glory  for  ever,  the  pride  of  the  ocean. 

While  defending  justice  all  battles  have  won. 


MY  EPITATH 


Here  now  lies,  wrapped  in  Mother  Earth 
An  unfamed  man  of  humble  birth 
With    soul    consig-ned    to    God    on    high. 
Please  pray  for  all  as  you  go  by, 
Please    pray    sincere    e'er    time    is    spent. 
Who  can  no  more  implore,   repent, 
And  you  my  friends  on  earth  please  say 
A  prayer  for  us  that  passed  away. 


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